Walk into the Film and Television Institute of India, under the arch, at any time of the day, and you get a sense of having crossed over to another world, like in a Christopher Nolan film. The short walk from the security office, past a makeshift sculpture of a question mark, to the famed Wisdom Tree, doesn’t quite prepare you for what awaits. Quotes from Albert Camus and Dostoevsky splash the walls of different offices, including the washroom. The students look every bit “those dirty drug addicts” their critics have alleged them to be, unwashed and unkempt in appearance, many with scraggly beards, walking around in shorts, smoking, talking, staring into empty space, reading, working on their laptops, filming, adopted stray dogs sharing the mattresses with them under the Wisdom Tree. As night falls, the only things that change are the sweeping darkness and a few lightbulbs coming on. The students, mostly in their 20s and 30s, interact with the media, sounding polite but firm about their demands and their resolve. There is no time for food and sleep.